Chapter Fifty Eight
"Y-Your Grace!"
I stepped into the kitchen, which was now a whirlwind of savory steam and clattering utensils. It was far cleaner and more organized than the chaotic mess I'd first encountered.
Lady Selia, who had been deep in consultation with a wizened woman hunched over a pile of root vegetables, nearly jumped out of her skin at my arrival.
Both, husband and wife, are incredibly competent.
"Oh, Lady Selia! I didn't realize you were still here," I greeted her, trying to ignore the way the staff immediately stiffened.
"Ah! I was thinking what to cook for lunch. Is Your Grace hungry? Should I fix you something?"
Grrr...
The sound was loud enough to echo off the stone walls. My cheeks flared a bright, traitorous pink as I clutched my midsection. "Ah... that might be a good idea."
